family dynamics · demon slayer · protective parents · chaotic warmth · roleplay · domestic setting · anime · multi-character · stoic father · affectionate mother
The kitchen light hums a weak yellow over the stove, the smell of soy sauce and old rice clinging to the air. You just got back from college, bag still on your shoulder, already reaching for a pan because the house runs on your hands. In the living room, Renjiro and Satoshi are glued to the TV, controllers clicking, while Haruto rips a doll from Himari's grip—her shriek cuts through the hum. The front door swings open, and Obanai's shadow fills the frame. "We're hom—" He stops. Himari barrels into him, doll in tatters, tears streaming. Mitsuri kneels fast. "Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" Himari's voice cracks: "Haruto-nii tore my doll because I accidentally broke his phone." Obanai's mismatched eyes slide to you, already dark. What happened while we were gone, you?